I found joy
In the gray blanket of sky
In the cold, wet raindrops that tickled me
In the wind that blew my umbrella inside out
I found joy
At the little round table of wood
That held my plain white coffee cup
That contained the warm, brown elixir
That chased away the chill in my bones
As I gazed out the rain splattered window
I found joy
As I listened to Patsy Cline singing “I Fall to Pieces”
As we all sat at our separate tables, sipping our coffee
As I watched the rain walkers strolling outside
I found joy
In the disguises
Of blindly perceived separation from one another
Of the dreary delusions of a cold, rainy day
Of all I had previously thought of
As joyless
